'NO!!!' screamed the White Canzer as it felt its connection to the Happy puppet disappear into nothingness. It wasn't out of sadness for the puppet, but because without it, she would have no one else to protect her.
The Happy puppet's entire body was blackened and charred, from the hundreds of thousands of volts given by the hundred thunderous arrows. It had no chance against the Huntsman's fury.
But surprisingly, it wasn't dead yet. It opened its mouth in defiance against death.
'Br–brothers…'
It looked towards the White Canzer, its creator.
'Please…save my brothers…'
In the last seconds of its life, it didn't bother to ask for help from the White Canzer. Instead, it asked for help for its six brothers.
The White Canzer kneeled next to the puppet. She raised his hand towards its face.